Help came hoping...

and found darkness liberated is evil in deed

Hello,

Glad you found us.

There’s a backstory that has stained me and people close to me: It’s unrelated to a medical condition that damaged my brain.

But, how I process that history leads to how these words come out. I thought you should know.

Poetry is what I’ve found. Scruffy, but I don’t know better and care less.

You get it as it comes down/ falls down and picks me up.

At last, it’s set free.

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Help came hoping

Dead, the sunbeams played

life burnt promises on retinas detached from

skeletons that shuffled on

till the light.

Ghosts climbed steps

and carried brothers on

sacks blood soaked

up godless mud-crusted ascensions.

Restrained, for a while…

till rain fell like clubs, lead

sticks broke you

and numbers returned to haunt you.

Revenge tasted good to you

served hot and bloody with promises of food

and the just dead’s desert.

Now join the smouldering piles

no time this time for wines, smiles or snapshots.

Cold lime sunrise

Tattooing the life you’ll never have

in an eternity spent covered in the corpses of

people only death could set free.